Shaza sent me an email. So sweet of her. Haha..I'm lucky to have them. =)
I feel very confused. Have been feeling very confused these past few days. But for some reason, I feel so much better tonight. I feel like I just want to be alone to sort out everything that has been going on - sometimes, my life revolves too fast for my own good - but at the same time, I feel as though everything will turn out all right in the end and that I don't have to be sad anymore. =)
I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I've not yet become a cookie for whoever it is, to eat me.
Friday, October 6, 2006
Girl, put your records on.
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon -
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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